Jul
10
2008
Let’s start things off with an
article about a father killing his daughter because she was about to disgrace the family’s honor by filing for a divorce from her husband. So…a divorce will destroy the family honor, but him going to jail for murdering her–that’s A-Ok? Where is *that* logic?
And in Teri news — my boss is pregnant and will be gone over the Fall and possibly part of August. In her absence, someone has to step up and be a go-between my department and my boss’s boss. Someone needs to conduct meetings and resolve issues that may arise. I knew this would be good for my resume, both at my current job and any future jobs, so I smacked that panicky inner voice into silent submission and volunteered.
I’ve been having duties meetings with my boss and have to say, I’m feeling pretty freakin’ overwhelmed. It seems like a lot of responsibility. And, while people are always trying to throw responsibility at me, I eschew it. I don’t want to be the leader. I don’t want the buck to stop here, thank you, I want to pass that sucker right along.
I blame my personality. The guy I’m… well, “dating” is just too simple a term for the non-simpleness going on. How about “involved with”? Anyway, he is my personality type–INFJ–and has this same problem with leadership that I do: people look to you to be the leader as you quickly raise your hands defensively and say, “No way, Jose.”
But I think that, after lots of initial stress and anxiety, it will be fine. Many things in life seem daunting until you do it yourself and find it’s not so bad after all. And hey, I’ll get a lot of overtime for it. Hip-hip-hooray for money.
On an unrelated note, I’m working on a project that has me going through lists upon lists of names and I had to mention the following have-to-be-made-up-last-names: Goodenough, Goodgame, Goodlife, and Goodnight.
2 comments | tags: fun with names, headlines, personality, stress, why i'm not god
Jun
12
2007
I just spoke with a guest named Wilbert Gilbert. You have to wonder what in the hell his parents were on when they named him. That’s just mean. He must go by Will. I mean, he has to.
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Days like today make me hate being a girl. I was walking to KFC with Tim and Josh. We passed two men who immediately started calling out at me. Uh, very crudely. Tim and Josh were talking to each other and did not hear them. We got our food and as we walked home, we had to pass the two men again.
Stupid Man: [to Josh] “Hey man, got any change?”
Josh: “No, sorry.”
Stupid Man: “How ’bout sharing a piece of her then?”
Again, Tim and Josh did not hear them. Half a block away I told them what had been said and they both apologized and offered to turn around and beat the crap out of the guy. I appreciated the gesture.
Instances like that make me wish that I weren’t a woman. Or at least that I was confrontational enough to have looked Mr. McSleeze up and down and laugh derisively. First wish if I ever happen upon a magic genie lamp: a set of metaphoric balls. Genies get metaphor, right? Second wish: lots of money. And, uh, third: World Peace. ::does cheesy Miss America wave::
4 comments | tags: auditory abuse, fun with names, why i hate people, ~tim
Nov
5
2006
There’s just something about an Arab swearing by saying “Jesus Christ” that angers me. It doesn’t bother me as much when Americans do it but with this Arab guy I just wanted to respond with something snippy like, “Oh my Allah, you’re kidding!” I personally enjoy throwing Joseph Smith in my swears instead of Jesus Christ, but most people have no idea what I’m talking about, Popedamnit.
I can’t remember if I’ve mentioned this before but we have yet another cat–Cricket. My next post will be a picture post.
I don’t have anything else to say, so…yeah.
2 comments | tags: fun with names, things teri hates
Oct
5
2006
I like those days when you’re just generally in a good mood. Nothing in particular has happened to make you happy, but nothing’s happened to make you angry either. Today is one of those days, and even though the hotel is crazy-busy tonight, I’ve been able to handle it cheerfully. That’s just great.
My Sim family had twins, so now my household consists of two grandparents, mom, dad, a toddler, and twin babies. All the children are girls. I’m really hoping the grandparents kick the bucket soon here, or at the very least one of them. When the twins are kids and sleep in regular beds I have no place to put them. I need to add on to my house, methinks. I <3 Sims.
There’s a guest at the hotel who’s last name is “Wetnight.” And it’s not a typo; I double-checked the credit card. I think that’s an unfortunate last name.
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